Cowgirls, Chaos and Coconuts

One of the three shirts I'm toting around says this:

Cowgirls 

need more than an 8 second ride

That has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but I think it's really funny. Very few people bother to read the fine print, so it's kind of a private joke between me and the shirt...

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In other news, we have successfully and lazily lazed the days away on the island of Don Det in Si Phan Don; meanwhile, in the outside world it seems chaos was erupting all around...

Here are a few burning questions:

* What the hell is happening in the Koreas??!!?

* How did 410 people get trampled to death in Phnom Penh?!?!

* Will Haiti ever catch a break?!?

* When the time comes, will P and I be able to fly back home on our chosen airline (Korea Air - ha!) or will complete chaos reign?!?

* Should we start immediately procuring alternative passports that do NOT contain the words United, States, or America? Not a popular people, are we...a Lao guy I met called China a tiger waiting to pounce, and I'm pretty sure who's gonna be the pouncees!

* Will we make it to the end of 2012, when magical sparkly fairy dust will gently-yet-with-great-intention sprinkle from the heavens and make it all peachy keen?!?

All these questions and more will be answered on the next episode of  

"What The Fuck!!??!!?"

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And now here I sit in a freakishly nice $10/night guest house in Siam Reap, Cambodia, and boy was it a bitch getting here. I've been a lot of places and endured a lot of rough travels, but yesterday definitely ranks among the top three...

We had braced ourselves a rough trip - 10 hours in a shitty bus on partially paved pothole factories (euphemistically called "roads") to get to our destination. Cambodian time-keeping is apparently a bit different, äs we arrived 18 hours later after an absolutely absurd series of events which I do not wish to relive at the moment. The final tuk-tuk race to the guest house was a Death Race 2000 cluster fuck (we lost the race and had to root around for somewhere to stay at 2:00 in the mofo morning!)
All I have to say about this is: private jet, private jet, private jet, oh what wouldn't I do for a private jet! (if anyone out there's got one laying around, feel free to send it on over, yo).

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I am now safe and sound and going to go lounge around by the pool (!)  with a mango lassi and finally start reading Siddhartha!


C'mon, Whirled Peas!

...keep it crispy...

love,
jm
xo